Fillydelphia surely has some sort of snowpity factory with all the waifus that keep spawning in around that place

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>Between the smog coming from Fillydelphia's only coal powerplant and the dust storms coming from out west, the city began to slow down
>The construction of the wall halted because the wind knocked over large sections before they could be fastened
>More importantly, the guards couldn't see very well through the storms
>Dust Wish was startled awake by Dummy lifting his wing off of her back
>Neither had been sleeping much lately due to the noise of construction growing
>Dust stood up and stretched, they had to help with the wall instead of hauling scrap the past week
>The pegasus didn't say much, but motioned towards the unfinished section of the wall nearest the slave pens

>Under cover of the storm and the darkness of night, they ran
>The pegasus couldn't fly, but helped her over the fences and around the slaver camps, past the main entrance where they hung the dead bodies of runaways to dissuade the slaves from trying to escape
>Shortly after they'd made it through where the wall would one day stand, the two ponies ran into the alien silence of outer Fillydelphia
>Was it easy? Yes
>Did it feel too easy? Yes
>Dust and Dummy slowed to a trot and looked back through the dust storm
>It felt like there should be something big and evil waiting to jump out of the dark fog and drag them back
>There were no alarms going off
>Just the howling wind
>Neither were sure where they were going, but it was just away from here
>"Did we really make it?" Dust asks quietly, beginning to crack a smile he hadn't seen in a long time, "I never would've had the guts to run for it myself."
>"I-I think... We can't stop here."
>As they started again a crack rung out over the wind, Dust stumbled into the pegasus and they ducked into a shop whose shelves were lined with destroyed books, rotten back to pulp and rust
>After the shock of the first gunshot, they stopped to figure out where it had come fro-
>"Dummy...?"
>He looked back as Dust slumped into the wall, blood running down her legs
>"I think they knew..."
>Dummy helped her to the back of the store, behind the counter while he tried to look for medical supplies
>She was losing a lot of blood quickly and the place had been scavenged to nothing for decades
>The medical box in the bathroom held only a cracked health potion that had long since drained out and darkened the wallpaper
>Dust breathed slowly, and worn a calm smile
>"You're gonna be okay, Dust. It'll be alright." he told himself
>"Thanks for always... being there for me..."
>Dust breathed a bit longer, looking up to poke her nose to Dummy's
>The moment suspended in time for what felt like forever, then Dust exhaled with no pull of air to follow
>"Don't go... I can't do this alone." Dummy clutched the lifeless body, as a small clatter outside the store caught his attention
>"Told you to check the mag, could've got 'em both if you didn't have an empty."
>Dummy slowly set Dust down and backed into the backroom, whispering a quiet prayer and apology